It was a rainy morning of July 28,
2014. I was fourteen years old. My granddad was planning on taking me trailback
riding that morning. I didn’t like that it was raining because I didn’t want to
stay home. My granddad was still coming even though it was raining, because we
were going to eat breakfast at Bojangles. When he got there, we left to go eat.
After we ate we got on the road and drove to the horse barn.
We got there and when I got out of
the car there were two rows of horses in the barn all ready. The people had set
the tack out. Before I could do
anything, I had to choose a horse. I chose and short brown pony with named
Raven. Raven had black hair that wasn’t really soft but it was soft. I had to
brush her and pick out her hooves. After that the workers got the tack on and I
got mounted her. It was western saddle which was very different from what I
rode. The we headed for the trail. There were seven people. Four adults and
three teenagers. (Myself included.)
We started riding down a steep,
grassy, hill. There were a lot of hills and woods. I was having so much fun. An
hour about after we had ridden, the adults had said that the younger kids go
off and ride and the adults could sit on their horses and talk. I went with
them and one of the girls Whitney had told me to get Raven to go behind her.
The other two girls started running and jumping the logs. Raven decided to
follow. I started screaming to the girls up in front of me, “Help! Please stop!
Please stop! Help!”
I remember falling off and seeing a
tree before I hit the ground. I blacked out for a few minutes. I don’t remember
being on the ground. Then I remember standing. When I stood up I looked down
and my shirt was ripped in half. It was also my Hidden Valley Titan shirt too
which made me even more upset. I was covered in wet, brown dirt. Whitney had
found me and apparently her horse followed me too and she had also fallen off.
My head was hurting a little bit and I was sore. My granddad was nervous and
came to see what had happened. I told him that I was alright.
We rode back to the barn and thank
goodness I brought extra clothes. I changed into them and we hung out for a
little bit with the horses and left to go eat lunch. We went to eat at Wendy’s.
I went to the bathroom and my arms, stomach, and legs were covered I bruises
and scratches. I was bleeding a little bit too. After we ate we drove home so I
could get some more things and I went to back to my granddad’s house. My mom
wasn’t mad but she was glad that I was alright. I don’t think it helped either
that my Dad was in California for business.
The next day I could barely move and
my left leg had a big, black and purple bruise about as big as both of my
hands! Later in the week I found out that I also had a mild concussion. It was
awful. I couldn’t sing I the choir at church, read, watch TV, or have an
electronics. I had to do this for a week.
In the future I will probably go
trailback riding again. It scares me that this will happen again and maybe even
hurt me worse than this one did. Instead I might just horseback ride in a
corral or ring for lessons. My granddad would probably go with me too.
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